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Crépuscule du Matin
All night I wrestled with a memory
Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought.
The crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought
Its disillusion; now I only cry
For peace, for power to forget the lie
Which hope too long has whispered. So I sought
The sleep which would not come, and night was fraught
With old emotions weeping silently.
I heard your voice again, and knew the things
Which you had promised proved an empty vaunt.
I felt your clinging hands while night’s broad wings
Cherished our love in darkness. From the lawn
A sudden, quivering birdnote, like a taunt.
My arms held nothing but the empty dawn.
Amy Lowell
Amy Lowell (1874–1925) was an American poet born into one of Boston’s wealthiest and most socially prominent families. Her brother Percival became a famous astronomer and another brother, Abbott Lawrence Lowell, became president of Harvard University. She was a lesbian with a penchant for smoking cigars and reputed to have been a lover of the actress Ada Dweyer Russell. As a poet she came under the influence of Ezra Pound and through that influence became a modernist and, more particularly, an “imagist” poet, abandoning the writing of more conventional poetry. In the final year of her life she published a biography of the poet John Keats. Two years after her death she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for her final collection What’s O’Clock. “Crépuscule du Matin” is from a sequence of sonnets in her collection A Dome of Many-Colored Glass.
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Crépuscule du Matin
Crépuscule du Matin
All night I wrestled with a memory
Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought.
The crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought
Its disillusion; now I only cry
For peace, for power to forget the lie
Which hope too long has whispered. So I sought
The sleep which would not come, and night was fraught
With old emotions weeping silently.
I heard your voice again, and knew the things
Which you had promised proved an empty vaunt.
I felt your clinging hands while night’s broad wings
Cherished our love in darkness. From the lawn
A sudden, quivering birdnote, like a taunt.
My arms held nothing but the empty dawn.
Amy Lowell
Amy Lowell (1874–1925) was an American poet born into one of Boston’s wealthiest and most socially prominent families. Her brother Percival became a famous astronomer and another brother, Abbott Lawrence Lowell, became president of Harvard University. She was a lesbian with a penchant for smoking cigars and reputed to have been a lover of the actress Ada Dweyer Russell. As a poet she came under the influence of Ezra Pound and through that influence became a modernist and, more particularly, an “imagist” poet, abandoning the writing of more conventional poetry. In the final year of her life she published a biography of the poet John Keats. Two years after her death she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for her final collection What’s O’Clock. “Crépuscule du Matin” is from a sequence of sonnets in her collection A Dome of Many-Colored Glass.